for you
the core of me
white a colour
love a dance
and your body so lovely
to my hands touching
blessed with your sweetness
you say,do not love me
I have no promises to give
but I love without strings
for the beauty of you
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-12-17 at 07:25
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